| The office lines are busy and the girls are working hard
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| Tonight they’ll be out clubbing with their boyfriends busy wishing they were
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| Gentlemen please take your seats, there’s champagne in the boardroom
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| Let’s drink a toast to prosperity, tell the waiting pressmen that
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| No, there’s nothing wrong here, nothing at all
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| Remember locking all the doors before you went to bed
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| Then waking with those racing dreams ringing round your head
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| The future’s full of shining cars on shining tarmac roads
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| Cutting through the wasted years and all the old abandoned tracks and
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| No, there’s nothing wrong here, nothing at all
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| So keep that smile on your face, have a drink to help you sleep at night
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| They got what they desired — We’re passive in their brave new world
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| We are not young and beautiful, we are not rich and bold
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| And we are not your people who bought the dreams you sold
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| And we hate your smiling faces and we hate what you have done
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| We hate your patronising and we hate your cold blue eyes
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| And we all feel this raging and we all feel the same
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| This crazy blinding fury that we cannot explain
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| And we all see reflections in our lover’s eyes
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| We live with so few troubles but with so many, many lies and
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| No, there’s nothing wrong here, nothing at all |